s from its cheek was gone,
The sparkle from its eye;
Now hot, like fire, now cold, like stone,
I _knew_ my babe must die.
I worked upon plantation ground,
Though faint with woe and dread,
Then ran, or flew, and here I found--
See massa, almost dead.

Then give me but one little hour--
O! do not lash me so!
One little hour--one little hour--
And gratefully I'll go.
Ah me! the whip has cut my boy,
I heard his feeble scream;
No more--farewell my only joy,
My life's first gladsome dream!

I lay thee on the lonely sod,
The heaven is bright above;
These Christians boast they have a God,
And say his name is Love:
O gentle, loving God, look down!
My dying baby see;
The mercy that from earth is flown,
Perhaps may dwell with THEE!

THE NEGRO'S APPEAL.

Words by Cowper. Tune--"Isle of Beauty."

[Music]

Forced from home and all its pleasures,
Afric's coast I left forlorn;
To increase a stranger's treasures,
O'er the raging billows borne.
Christian people bought and sold me,
Paid my price in paltry gold:
But though slave they have enrolled me
_Minds_ are never to be sold.

Is there, as ye sometimes tell me,
Is there one who reigns on high?
Has he bid you buy and sell me,
Speaking from his throne--the sky?
Ask him, if your knotted scourges,
Matches, blood-extorting screws,
Are the means that duty urges
Agents of his will to use.

Hark! he answers--wild tornadoes,
Strewing yonder sea with wrecks,
Wasting towns, plantations, meadows,
Are the voice with which he speaks.
He, foreseeing what vexations
Afric's sons should undergo,
Fixed their tyrant's habitations,
Where his whirlwinds answer--No!

By our blood in Afric' wasted,
Ere our necks received the chain;
By the miseries that we tasted,
Crossing in your barks the main:
By our sufferings, since ye brought us
To the man-degrading mart,
All sustained by patience, taught us
Only by a broken heart--

Deem our nation brutes no longer,
Till some reason ye shall find,
Worthier of regard and stronger
Than the _color_ of our kind.
Slaves of gold! whose sordid dealings
Tarnish all your boasted powers;
Prove that you have human feelings,
Ere you proudly question ours.

NEGRO BOY SOLD FOR A WATCH.[1]

[Footnote 1: An African prince having arrived in England, and having
been asked what he had given for his watch, answered, "What I will
never give again--I gave a fine boy for